On January 2, Ben's birthday, I'm rewatching Bohemian Rhapsody, one of my favorite and most painful films. It seems to be the third year in a row.
Back in 2018, when I went to the movie because I adore Queen from the age of five (literally, the first clip I saw in my life was "I want you break free"), I couldn't imagine how much it would bring me in the future. There is as much joy at the beginning as there is pain, both moral and physical (in fact, not metaphorically), at the end.
And it took me a while, about three years, to get over it, to be able to watch Ben's movies basically, and do it without crying.
To let go of the situation and just watch this wonderful movie again, enjoy the wonderful music, and the happiness they gave each other back then.
No matter what happens now.
Faith in Love is eternal.